The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
Atop the Spirit Mountaintop of Sleeping Dragon Mountain, the sect master received another message from Lu Ye with an exasperated demeanor, "He's rebelling, this boy is rebelling against the heavens!"
Pang Zhen hurriedly said, "Veteran Thang, calm down, what happened?"
The sect master said, "This boy actually told me to give him three days to break through the Golden Clouds Tower stronghold; otherwise, he won't have peace of mind! What nonsense is this, completely disrespectful. Alas, my Righteous Blood Sect hasn't taken in disciples for decades, perhaps forgetting how to teach them, I neglected my duties in disciplining."
He looked utterly heartbroken, but anyone with clear eyes could see his intentions.
Pang Zhen found it difficult to respond, as he couldn't simply continue the act, given his position as the Haotian Alliance Deputy Leader and his need for face.